Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
“Baby?” I struggled with keeping his big body up. “What’s wrong?”
“Pressure in my chest.”
“What?” I helped him over to the table. It took too damned long. I could not carry him. His muscles were solid angles, and they never went slack.
My heart boomed in my ears.
When we finally got to the table, he sat on the edge. His chest heaved up and down too fast.
“Okay, baby.” I hugged him hard. “I think you’re having a panic attack.”
Kaz buried his face into the curve of my neck. “Lions. . .do. . .not panic.”
I tightened my hold. “Concentrate on your breathing.”
“He. . .fucking. . .killed the next Don. . .in line for the Vizzini Family.”
“Stay in the present moment, Kaz.”
“Rocco was. . .the golden child.”
“We will figure this out.” I let go, leaned away, and held his face with my hands. “Please, calm down.”
Kaz put his gaze on me.
“Breathe, baby.”
“I am going. . .to kill him.”
“Breathe.”
Kaz inhaled deeply, and then exhaled.
“Perfect.”
“We should. . .leave Italy. . .now.”
“Breathe, baby.”
He returned to slow breaths.
“Just look at me, Kaz.” I kissed his lips and then leaned back away. “That’s it. Don’t think about anything else.”
His face softened. He slowly inhaled and then exhaled again.
I moved my hands to his shirt and undid his tie. “Has this happened before?”
He didn’t respond.
“Sounds like a yes.” I took the tie off and slung it to the floor. “When were the other times?”
“When the French took you.”
I stiffened.
“When Lunita first came. . .and the second time too.”
Definitely, panic attacks.
I undid more buttons, slipped my hands into his shirt, and began tenderly rubbing his chest. His skin was warm.
I started my fingers at his collarbone, massaging my way down to his muscular stomach.
A low groan left him.
His breathing shifted to slow and steady.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good, mysh but if you lower your hands some more, I will feel even better.”
I paused and glared at him. “Kaz.”
“But, it is true.”
“You’re so fucking spoiled.” I placed my hand on the bulge pushing at his pants.
“Yes, mysh.” He licked his lips. “I can feel all the panic leaving me. Touch my cock some more.”
Smirking, I rubbed the bulge. The long, thick length hardened under my fingers.
Another groan left him. “Yes, mysh. Much better.”
“Good.” I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. “Why didn’t you tell me about this pressure in your chest before?”
“Because you were already dealing with a lot.”
“Fuck that. We said we would never keep things from each other.”
“Keeping things from you was never my intention, mysh. I was only considering you and the baby.”
“We are each other’s foundation.” I slid my hands into his pants, wrapped my fingers around his cock, and gave it a squeeze.
“I apologize.” Grunting, he widened his legs. “If I knew this would be the response, I would have said it much earlier.”
I lowered my hand and brushed my fingertips against his balls.
He moaned again.
I began to pull my hands away.
Fast, he stopped my movement and kept my hand there.
I smiled. “Kaz, promise me something.”
“Only if you keep doing what you are doing.”
“Thank you for thinking of our son and me, but we need you too.”
He blew out a long breath.
“We do, baby.” I slipped my hands along his length. “That means that you have to let me take care of you.”
Kaz moved his view to the floor where Rocco and his men lay dead. “We have a new problem.”
“I don’t think so.”
“No?” Kaz put his view back on me. “There are dead Vizzini men right there. That is a serious problem.”
“But, Rocco came here in secret. His family has no idea where he is.”
“Correct.”
“Let’s hide the bodies deep in the ground, kill Fela tomorrow, and quickly get the fuck out of here.” I squeezed his cock again.
He grunted.
“Thoughts on my plan?”
He licked his lips. “That could work. If the family truly does not know where Rocco is.”
“They will figure out that he’s missing in a day or two. Rocco had that thing with Ufuoma. Maybe we can pin it on Black Axe, I don’t know. Either way, it doesn’t matter. Days later, we’ll be in Moscow where no one can touch you. Something pops up. We’ll deal with it from there.”
“I am missing the cold of home.”
“By this time tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.” I slid my fingers to his cock’s mushroomed tip and rubbed the sensitive rim.
A loud groan left him.
I moved my hand and stepped back. “Feel better?”
Lust blazed in his eyes. “We are not done, mysh.”
“Focus.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. My breasts pressed against his chest.
He deeply inhaled me, and then groaned. “I am still in panic.”
I smirked. “Bullshit.”
“I like the way you calm me.”
“Oh yeah?”
His gaze darkened, and his eyelids hooded with desire. “Now I want you to ride my cock.”
“Kaz, there are dead bodies in here—”